The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

As if he was grabbing onto a chick, Sandra held Samuel and turned around.

Then, he saw a tall and burly disciple standing behind him.

The disciple had chiseled jaws and almond-shaped eyes.

With his extremely cold expression, one could tell that he was a nasty person at a glance.

“You are?” Sandra looked at the person in front of him.

When Samuel saw the person, his eyes lit up.

Then, with a flushed face, he said with great difficulty, ”John… John… Save me…”

John did not even spare a glance at Samuel.

“Someone wants me to break one of your arms and legs, and hand over those spirit stones that don’t belong to you.

Are you going to do it yourself, or do you need my help?”

”Oh?” Sandra glanced at Samuel.

Samuel was so terrified that he felt his soul almost leaving his body.

When he felt the murderous intent that Sandra emitted, Samuel felt his internal organs tremble.

“No… It’s not me… It’s…” Samuel was about to mention Peter, but at the thought of the consequences being worse, Samuel bit his tongue.

However, the fear in his eyes was obvious.

Although Sandra was not as proficient in the pathway to immortality as these disciples who were in the sect for a long time, the wisdom of the ways of the world was common sense.

Hence, when Sandra saw Samuel’s expression, he gave it a quick thought and instantly understood.

The disciple Samuel addressed as John was probably sent by his support.

After all, Sandra was also suspicious as to why Samuel, who was only a mid-level first-stage Pulse Control Realm cultivator, would have so many spirit stones?

Did he really think all the peak first-stage disciples were blind and foolish?

Sandra realized that Samuel was only the lapdog of the disciples in the higher realm than him.

Samuel’s, and he was the one in charge

simply tossed Samuel to the

seemingly casual action caused a loud bang, and Samuel smashed to the floor like a

instant, Samuel’s head bled again, and his body hurt so bad that he could not

directly looked at John and sneered, “Breaking my arm and leg? If the patrol team sees it, your sect

but Sandra repeated it

and he showed a proud

“Don’t worry about it.

and fights that hurt other disciples of the same sect will at most only deduct five to eight sect contribution

you kill someone

to be deducted, and after I’m

quietly

it seems that you’re not planning to

for being rude!” John roared, “Witness the strength of a mid-level first-stage

of Albert,

the

stars falling after one

to have condensed into a block of steel plate, wanting to block

Sandra felt that although Samuel and John were of the same realm, their difference in their strength was like heaven and

it were another ordinary disciple facing John, they would have admitted defeat Unfortunately for John, he met

loudly, and his eyes were cold as

the founder’s blessings, Sandra’s Ursa

that he showcased it, his footwork had a sense of

moving between a few square meters, the Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows seemed to be constantly changing, and it was impossible to know where Sandra

John’s expressions instantly changed.

movement like Sandra’s, nor had

since he had already attacked, there

shouted and continuously let out dozens of palms which immediately caught up with

of more than dozens of palms condensed into one slap in mid-air, and it violently smashed onto

Bang!

visible airwaves

did not manage to hit

slapped the

for the Sandra that John struck, his figure swayed

It was a phantom!

trembled, and at this time, he heard a mocking

of the sect, you’ll already be dead

scalp tingle, and every hair on him was

around, John was